Raspberries Aplenty

 

For the past month, every couple of days I have been able to go outside and pick myself at least a pint of raspberries from the bushes alongside our porch.  Growing up, raspberries, and macadamia nuts, were considered the height of luxury.  According to my mother buying pints of raspberries, or leaving out a bowl of macadamia nuts for general consumption, was something that only “swells” did when they wanted to show off.  You might get lucky and get a very small jar of macadamia nuts in the toe of your Christmas stocking, but only occasionally would my mother buy a single pint of raspberries for the whole family to share, and then only in the summer.  She would carefully parse them out to all of us, perhaps even counting them, while saying under her breath, “these things probably cost about a dime each.”  My grandmother in Cleveland had a very large raspberry patch on her farm, with the bushes spread out enough that there was a mowed path between the rows, and you could just saunter down the row, popping them into your mouth.  I wanted to move there.  Several times my mother tried to grow her own raspberries, but they always failed, and she would look at her shriveled bushes in disgust, and then finally she quit trying. Continue reading

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Podcast: Santa Claus, the Hang Nail Fairy and Mr. Potato Head

Childhood misconceptions demystified.

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Podcast: Ephemeral, Fugacious and Evanescent

A new category of advertisements – ephemeral ads, those that appear just for a minute and then disappear.  They’re everywhere.

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Clean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapters 41-42

Chapter 41

As I ran along the bike path at the beach, I began to think that going to see Henry on my own was a bad idea – I suppose being a neutral go between was a decent enough idea, but I don’t think that Henry would perceive me as neutral.  This would almost be the role of a court appointed mediator.  I stopped to get some bagels and cream cheese for breakfast, and as I headed back to my apartment I resolved to call the meeting off.

As I walked up the stairs, I could smell bacon and eggs.  There was Simba in the kitchen cooking away.  “Hi,” she said, “I hope that you don’t mind, but I thought that I would get a jump start on breakfast.  I slept for maybe a half an hour, but I feel totally refreshed.  I went to the corner market and bought you some provisions.  It’s the least I could do after your hospitality.”

I stood there with my mouth open.  How could something as simple as bacon and eggs create such a mess?  I could only imagine that she was totally out of practice.  She must have fumbled when she cracked some of the eggs, because there was s smear of liquidy egg yolk across the counter.  She had then chosen to use an egg beater, which she must have dug deep to find.  I didn’t even know that I had one.  Perhaps that is why the counter was stacked with bowls that I hadn’t seen in years.  The egg beater was perched along the counter, and drips of beaten eggs ran down the cupboard door.  But Simba was beaming as if she was a little girl who wanted to surprise her mother with a mother’s day feast.  “Here, sit down, and dig in, and I have something else important to tell you,” she said. Continue reading

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The SexAT, Circa 781

Several years ago when I was preparing to take the SAT, I proposed the idea of the SexAT, a new test prep book specifically designed to appeal to high schoolers.  I would take existing SAT questions and simply reformat them into something more interesting and relevant.  Here’s how I would revise one of the hated problems on proportions and ratios.

Existing boring example that everyone hates:

The price of a telephone was first increased by 10% and then the new price was decreased by 25%.  The final price was what percent of the initial price?

New exciting and relevant revision in the bestselling SexAT:

Your fraternity house is hosting a party and wants to make a mixed drink out of vodka and juice.  Paul, the first taste tester, says the mixture was too weak, and he added 10% more vodka.  Sam the second taste tester, said the mixture was too strong so he added 25% water.  The final mixture was what percent of the initial?  Continue reading

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Podcast: SexAT

A proposal to spice up the test prep books for the SAT, based on the discovery that Alcuin of York had basically the same idea in 781.

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Podcast: Thank You Very Much

A discussion about the dying art of the thank you note, brought to life by my grandmother’s box of every thank you note that I ever sent her.

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Clean Plate Club Murder Mystery: Chapter 40

I slept fitfully that night, and was entirely groggy when I heard phone ring at six.  I couldn’t catch it in time, and momentarily fell back asleep, and then it rang again.  I struggled awake, grabbed the phone and said hello as briskly as I could.

“Liza, it’s me Simba.  Is it too early for you?”

I sat straight up in bed.  “Simba, of course not, are you all right?  Where are you?”

“I’m outside your door.  Is it okay to come in?”

“Simba, just a minute, let me get my bathrobe on.  I’m afraid I wasn’t quite up and running yet, but I’m a fast starter.  I’m coming down to the door right now, and I’ll get some coffee going.”

I closed the door to the bedroom to hide the disheveled mess of an unmade bed and strewn clothes.  I realized that I could do nothing about the pile of dishes in the sink, but was able to put the overflowing garbage bag in the utility closet.  Just in time, I realized that the knot in my bathrobe had loosened and I was about to open the door in a state of near nakedness.  I cinched it up, and opened the door. Continue reading

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Podcast: Think Fast, Think Slow

Thoughts on our dueling systems of thought – our fast and intuitive process vs. our thoughtful and analytical process.

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Think Fast, Think Slow

Next to my bed is a large stack of books, most of which I will never read.  I pick them up on occasional prowls through the local bookstore, or buy them based on a book review.  The problem is that I am far more ambitious when I buy books than when I want to read them.  Recent choices include “Upright, the Evolutionary Key to Becoming Human,” “Mycophilia” (about mushrooms), and “Mr. Gatling’s Terrible Marvel” (about the history of the Gatling gun).  However, I promised myself that I would make an honest effort at “Thinking Fast and Slow” a well reviewed book about how we think.  But about half way through it, I raised the white flag and hoped that perhaps there was an old Vanity Fair nesting amongst the dust bunnies under the bed.

Beside, I think that I’ve got the hang of the book.  The author, Daniel Kahneman, a psychologist, makes a pretty strong case that our exquisite brain, the 800 pound gorilla at the top of the food chain, basically relies on a mish-mash of biases, irrational “rules of thumb” (formally called heuristics) and stereotypes.  Here it is in a nutshell.  Kahneman describes two different patterns of thinking.  System 1 is our fast, automatic and emotional pattern of processing information.  In contrast, System 2 is slow, effortful, logical and conscious.  We would like to think that System 2 is the basis of human intelligence but here’s the problem.  System 2 is just plain lazy and defers to System 1 whenever it can.  In the meantime, System 1 struggles to keep up with the deluge of input and is forced to make quick and dirty decisions on incomplete information.  System 1 lacks the discipline to look beyond the surface and relies on “WYSIATI,” an acronym for “what you see is all there is.”  Basically System 1 desperately tries to stitch together a plausible story line from immediately available information, and in its rush is totally vulnerable to all sorts of biases, fallacies, stereotypes and prejudices.  The recent movie Moneyball contains a great example of Systems 1 and 2 at work.  A room is filled with grizzled baseball scouts who make System 1 comments such as, “He waddles like a duck, he’s no good,” or “He’s got an ugly girlfriend, and an ugly girlfriend means no confidence.  Don’t draft him.”  That is pure System 1, which contrasts with the GM, Billy Beane, who has a System 2 approach that focuses on a detailed statistical analysis of on base percentage. Continue reading

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